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D. is a girl of 23 years. And 'High 1.65 and weighs not even 50 pounds. But you see fat. No, not anorexic. But sometimes tried to induce vomiting. When in the midst of the people feel and have seen every inch of her body under control. D. should not be in the pool to not be viewed by others. Without a mirror does not leave the house.
Mother D. sometimes goes by the plastic surgeon. Some time ago it was rebuilt her tits. She tells her daughter that should go on a diet because it is not well.
D. comes up with so many guys. But nobody really knows. Has no problem go to bed former girlfriends, as if this thing could give her security.
D. can not find quality in itself and tries to satisfy them taking care of the physical and by having sex with as many guys as possible, without however being able to feel satisfaction and self-esteem.

I do not know what to think D. before going to bed in the darkness of his room. I think she was lonely and cry, consumed by the obsession of not being able to be simply itself.
D. I know. We were friends.

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Nostalgia - Part Two

was already several days that my thoughts return to those nostalgic days that university at the time considered a monotonous routine. Now take notes following a philosophy class rather than feel the adrenaline him for an exam looming seem like a lifetime away, little appreciated at the same time they have been experienced. But on the other hand we know that everything is appreciated, and maybe he regrets in retrospect.
These days I researched on the Internet with the intent to enroll in a specialized, perhaps with the illusion that I can once again hear a young college student with a future by creating a blank page to write about. I pause to imagine how it could be and, although aware that I should live a university hit-and-run (not to be haunting, of course) I must admit that if I think I'm going back on the books - as they say? - Butterflies in the stomach. And I'm here to ponder .. Anthropology? Communication and Marketing?


Today I was at the mall with my boyfriend and Gabri. I was sitting at a table and I was giving a little 'ice cream to infant when my gaze met that of an old university colleague who was walking with her boyfriend. We say hello and we realized it was a life that we had not seen. Years. "From China," she said. Yes, China.
Many things have changed. I brought my son I have and she told me that there is then returned to China. It 'was in Beijing with her boyfriend for a year (among other things their romance was actually born during the five week course that we did together in Shanghai).
At that moment a strange thing happened. I looked dreamy for a moment I imagined her to be, carefree, daughter of the world, free. I imagined being able to travel, learn, experience. I saw in her what I could become and what was not.
But she looked at me. He looked at my son. He was imagining mom with a baby in her arms and unconditional love that filled his heart. So much so that told me: "I envy you." And I was really surprised by these words. Perhaps less common nowadays, not "fashionable."


Someday she'll be sweaty, tired, exhausted but with a smile because her baby in her arms will.
I will be away from here with my boyfriend and my beloved child, in China or somewhere, and I also smile. There is a time for
stay and a time to go .
Dreams are part of us, should not be left to die. We decide if tomorrow there will be clouds, rain. Us that if we decide it's time to live or die. The sun is shining within us first, just so he can shine outside.
Desires, dreams ambitions. Will not leave you to die. Life is one and you never know what's around the corner. The important is as expected and what he faces in Serbia for us.
Motherhood has given me something important, that before I could not make my own: the will to live.

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Loneliness

Solitude. Many definitions.

For me, this word refers to a lack of understanding and sharing that is often among the human esserei. Even where we seem to understand, in fact remain the waste that will never be filled. No man is an island someone said *.
The islands are actually related. As men are made of flesh, the same breath.
Human beings are social animals, are in need of ' more. communicate, then they need different.

need. They need. Exactly.

The man is inherently selfish : every action it performs is self-referential, even when it appears to be the opposite, and serves to satisfy their I thinking and agent.

's why the human being is and will always only.

- even though I am aware that many of you think otherwise -


* John Donne

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am a reader of this blog and I circulate this news:

From this morning who are trying to connect to the site www.ilcorpodelledonne.com access is barred by a warning: "Some readers of this blog contacted Google because they believe that the blog content is objectionable. "

What are the questionable content?
's still possible to carry on a polite and detailed criticism in the society we live in?
We are confident to be able to give a reassuring answer to the most 'early, we went into action to figure out who and why Blogger does it obscure. Consult a lawyer to follow.
Meanwhile it would be useful to our readers, if appropriate, make the story move to what is happening to our blog to prevent it happening to others.




This shows how things are going in our country, where there is absolute hypocrisy. These are really obscure content from? Or are they issues that arouse people dall'intorpidimento wanted by those in power?
Where does the sale starts and free will?

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What is a fierce taxation male as in the case covered by the veil of Muslim women and women of Banladesh burned with acid, or a choice of the same woman, as in many cases in the West, the result is what you end up wasting the female faces behind the "masks".
does not matter that we are part of the world and the means by which this is achieved, the strength of the atavistic 'male taxation, whether express or implied, is still everywhere.

But we are sure that this is really force? If it comes to the physical is certainly so, but it conceals a profound weakness male dictated by fear of losing control over women.

Here that the female force is hidden by a veil, erased by the acid, set aside in fantasies of bold mouths ready to indulge the fantasies of the male.

different ways is always repeated the same thing: the devaluation of 'being a woman and the cancellation of' female self-determination. It spoils the ' image that the person has of itself, weakens the individual psychologically, you delete a' identity.

Even in the latter case, that of Western women who consciously decide to change their faces, freedom of choice is an illusion in reality is always a man who chooses for them. The connotations in fact become the basis of the female figure who has shaped the man to pander to the wishes: full lips, bursting breasts, firm buttocks. We can call agency that acts as the Western woman? Or should we talk about conditioning, subject?

Men fear the strength of the woman, her feelings, his emotions , its truth. and deletions. Whether with a veil, with acid or with a scalpel.

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The many faces of the building - part three

Today an old man approaching the yard and threatening shows me a sheet that says a computer and printed the following:


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She explains that in the box to the advertising found a bunch of package all the same, he asked around but it only happened in our backyard. He asks me to show it even in my husband and I will warn you that by the police - I think he was testing the waters -. I tell them I do not know anything and ask some more information. Of the suspects began to come to me ...

Initially I thought of the "mortinchiuppete" - So they nicknamed me - who are below: the happy couple after the casinos that anonymous messages (including my post-it) and intimidation by the old men of the court, that if I am taken with the boy parked his bike because a bit 'anywhere (under the window of Mrs. C., in the gazebo at the park trash, etc..) might have sought a way to "revenge". In fact I've been here a few months have passed and do not give a!

m'è But then reminded of the ardently dispute occurred on my landing I have already written ... In fact ... Why could not have been the crazy hysterical upstairs? The ferocious pit bull that was to be a heart attack an elderly married couple?

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ps: What the gossip I'm getting? Worse than the old wives! Ah, life on the condo ...